One of the grand names of Scottish hillwalking died this week.
Irvine Butterfield, a Yorkshireman who spent much of his life in Scotland, and most of that on the mountains, had been ill for some time. grough contributor Dave Hewitt, who knew the man, writes this account of his life.
Irvine Butterfield, a significant character and man of many parts in the Scottish hillgoing world, died on Tuesday aged 72.
He was best known for The High Mountains of Britain and Ireland, Volume 1, a lavish, photograph-filled book published in 1986 that remains many people’s favourite guide to the munros. It was a typical, thoroughly researched, Butterfield project: his own words and pictures combined with photographic contributions, readily acknowledged, from colleagues who had a knack of taking evocative high-quality hill pictures.
Butterfield was born in the Yorkshire village of Farnhill, between Skipton and Keighley, and his earliest off-road walking was on the local moor. His hillgoing career almost never started: aged 16, he was out with friends when “a shotgun trigger caught in a gate and blew a hole in my foot”. Twenty-nine pieces of lead remained in situ and photographs of the wound were used for hospital training.
He worked at Keighley gasworks and as a post office clerk, before 1957 brought long-term employment with customs and excise. His first posting was to London, but in 1960 he was transferred to Perth, then to Dundee and Inverness.
He returned south to Manchester in 1966, but those initial half-dozen years in Scotland had sown the seed, especially as there was a tradition of excise officers taking their exercise on the hills.
Butterfield began to explore the Highland landscape and to gather good, experienced hill people around him – several of whom came to form one of the country’s less high-profile mountaineering clubs, the Crochallan, of which Butterfield was life president.
His first hill was the Cobbler, but his first munro was Stob Diamh at the eastern end of the Cruachan ridge, climbed during that initial Perth placement. It was a deluge of a day that would have deterred many for life, especially as he suffered cramps in both legs.
Thus began a munro-bagging – and, more to the point, a munro-loving – journey that saw him complete the full set on Ladhar Bheinn on the penultimate day of October 1971. In the modern era, with over 200 rounds of munros being logged each year, it is easy to forget what a notable and almost pioneering feat this was back in 1971.
“The pace of life was slower,” Butterfield later noted, “without the same requirement to get out on the hill for this so-called ‘spiritually refreshing experience’.”
There was no guidebook to the munros, the roads were often poor, and while access rights existed informally, the lairds and keepers often held sway in the glens. There was little or no ‘leisure industry’ to provide an endless choice of garments and gadgetry; Butterfield’s first piece of ‘shell clothing’, for instance, was a red anorak from which the dye ran so freely on Stob Diamh that friends feared he was bloodsoaked from a fall.
He never pretended to be any kind of hill tiger (a bearded, burly man, he more resembled a sea captain than a crag-rat), displaying instead an empathy with the ordinary walker and occasional scrambler that added to the warmth with which he came to be regarded.
He freely admitted that the Inaccessible Pinnacle stood as a daunting obstacle, a potential ‘stopper’ for his Munro round; but ‘a climbing friend from Manchester hauled me up it’, and his completion day in Knoydart was then less than ten summits away.
Crucially, alongside the actual hillgoing, Butterfield developed a reputation as an organiser and general chivvier of causes. One didn’t need to spend long in his company before hearing the phrase ‘Give something back to the mountains’, and over his lifetime he gave an enormous amount.
Involvement in the Mountain Bothies Association saw him serve as its second secretary (1969–1972) and also led to his first book, Dibidil, a Hebridean Adventure (1972), an account of bothy renovation on Rum.
Typically, his MBA activism also meant that he completed the munros just after, rather than just before, the list of such people had reached the 100 mark: one of several instances of the common cause being put before personal ambition.
He took a hands-on role in the Scottish Wild Land Group, the Mountaineering Council of Scotland (based in Perth, close to where he finally settled in an old cottage that seemed too small to contain both his physical bulk and his overall presence), the Munro Society and, particularly, the John Muir Trust.
He did much fundraising for the JMT’s 1999 purchase of the eastern side of Schiehallion, donating royalties from his second-most successful book, The Magic of the Munros, another high-quality photo-fest.
In 2008, he became the fourth person – after Tom Weir, Adam Watson and Doug Scott – to receive the JMT’s lifetime achievement award. Similarly, in 2000, he became the sixth recipient of the Outdoor Writers’ Guild golden eagle award.
Despite all this graft and committee work, Butterfield was never an insider, never close to becoming part of the Scottish hill establishment (and never wanting to, either). His gruff-but-kindly Yorkshire character, his outspokenness, and his moments of emotional enthusiasm were unlikely to give the more well-heeled and reserved hill-set the feeling that a kindred spirit was among them.
He was undoubtedly a better photographer than he was a writer, tending towards the purple in his prose but displaying a classical eye for composition when a camera was in his hand. Various books appeared over the final 20-odd years of his life, with only The Magic of the Munros hinting at repeating the success of The High Mountains, Volume 1.
The 1992 book, A Munroist’s Log (co-authored with Jack Baines), was a curious work, most of its 240 pages left blank for readers to enter details of their various ascents. Better were The Famous Highland Drove Walk (1996) and The Call of the Corbetts, the 2001 follow-up to The Magic of the Munros, and better still the 60-minute biographical interview with John Burdin published as a DVD in 2008 as part of the Munro Society’s Early Munroists series.
The follow-up that he longed for was The High Mountains, Volume 2, covering the Corbetts, and for a time in the 1990s a certain amount of chuntering about the non-publication of this tended to feature both in private conversation and, occasionally, in public appearances. Clearly he was frustrated, even though the production costs were by now prohibitive even for a publisher as bold and innovative as Ken Wilson. The wonder of it, really, was that such a spectacular book as The High Mountains, Volume 1 (which sold around 50,000 copies under Wilson’s Diadem imprint) had ever appeared.
Butterfield was a bit of a chunterer generally, with a tendency towards disillusionment as organisations that he had nurtured developed in more bureaucratic ways than the original vision might have suggested. While he didn’t fall out with officialdom – he was too genial a man, and too much the retired civil servant, for that – he often seemed and sounded frustrated with the way the world was going. He could be cantankerous, but never curmudgeonly, and his kindliness over-rode everything.
That Butterfield was a great encourager of the next generation could be seen from the space he gave in The Magic of the Munros to the hill-painter Paul Craven.
Another example came in the way he helped the present writer in his research into the history of hill lists. Again and again pieces of half-forgotten information – names, dates, events – were dredged from a combination of his memory and his filing system. One day he rang up and said: “I’ve remembered two men called Macdonald – unrelated to each other – who completed the munros together in 1969.”
The significance of this was that Butterfield pushed his own completion a little further back in the timeline (there were 15 or more of these unlisted munroists by the end of 1971), but the integrity of the research was the main thing for him. He was undoubtedly proud of being an early munroist, but never in the slightest bit boastful.
He was of the generation that used the card index rather than the computer database, and because of this there was a danger of his expertise being underrated in his later years. But his study, with its meticulously catalogued slides, its ring binders crammed with obscure unpublished hill lists acquired from goodness knows where, and its library-like shelves of treasures, was one of the great repositories of British hill information, and he was always willing to share his knowledge and push the research on a little further.
Ultimately, Butterfield was an old-fashioned amateur-enthusiast: knowledgeable, kindly, generous with both time and money – but rather scornful of those whose good works for the hills were done with half an eye to status, be it a gong or a place on a committee. In that sense, for all his gruff outer shell, he was something of a romantic, and indeed could come close to tears when pleading the case for protection of the mountain environment.
He was a major figure in Scottish hill life, wonderfully unique and uncategorisable. As with his munro round, his writing career and renown developed through a combination of skill, hard work and strength of character. If there was any label to be put on him, it was perhaps that of Old Testament prophet. He looked the part, and certainly he was a voice crying for – if not in – the wilderness.
Irvine Butterfield, 8 August 1936-12 May 2009
© Dave Hewitt
Philip Wild
15 May 2009Sad news, but a fine obituary.
The High Mountains is easily my favourite Munros book, and I still refer to it constantly when planning routes. I particularly enjoy his scathing descriptions of some of the more "boring" hills. Perversely, they have inspired me to bag those hills!
I don't suppose there's any chance of a posthumous publication of Vol 2? That would be a fitting tribute.
Paul Webster
15 May 2009Very sad to hear of Irvine Butterfield passing away, and thanks to Dave Hewitt for the written memorial. The High Mountains was the inspiration for my own first trips to the Scottish hills.
MacKenzie barker
15 May 2009Been walking the hills for three years now, this is all al bit before my time but the obituary did him great justice, well done dave.
MacKenzie,
Andy Mayhew
16 May 2009Thanks Dave - a fitting tribute to a great man. I think it may only be in years to come that folk appreciate just how important his archival work in recent years was.
Cameron Gray
17 May 2009Truly fitting obituary to a name I knew well from his book which I used as a guide to the Munros. Thank you for giving a deeper insite into the Man himself.
Peter Willimott
18 May 2009Dave,
It must have been difficult to give full justice to Irvine - but you have achieved that with your obituary. I'm sure all of us that knew him will appreciate your fitting tribute.
Peter Willimott
Gary Hodgson
18 May 2009Thanks Dave, a very fine obituary.
I only met Irvine on a few occassions, he was always so enthuesiastic and passionate about the Scottish hills. I remember he once told me off for not registering my completion of the Munros with the SMC/Munro Society! He also gave me his pair of crampons for use on my skills courses for clients. He had a very warm personality. Scottish Mountaineering and conservation bodies have lost a wonderful man.
Beryl Leatherland
18 May 2009Poor Irvine, he was too young to pass away and will be greatly missed. A truly committed hillman. I particularly admired him at the Perthshire Alliance for the Real Cairngorms committee meetings when despite being obviously ill he continued to be persistent in his pursuit of a good outcome for the National Park and local communities
Peter Robinson
20 May 2009My thanks to Dave for an obituary which I could not have written but would like to have done. I like many others treasure my original copy of 'The High Mountains' and hope that vol IImight yet be published 'In Memoriam'.
RIP - Peter Robinson
Heavy Whalley
21 May 2009Really outstanding obituary, thank you
Ian Evans
22 May 2009A fine obituary, Dave, and a great tribute to a wonderful man.
I knew Irvine well, for nearly 30 years, I worked on many projects with him including 'The Magic of The Munros' and we travelled together to Everest - Irvine's one real venture into the mountains abroad.
He was a 'big man' in every sense of the word, particularly in his knowledge of the mountains, his organising skills, his enthusiasm, but particularly his kindess and generosity of time and resources.
I felt priviledged to be called his 'pal'. His parting is a dreadful loss to the mountains and to his many friends. I shall miss him immensely, but I shall always remember his battle cry whenever we set off on a project .. " Let's make the mountains glad !! "
Ian Evans
22 May 2009
nigel thackrah
24 May 2009Had not realised that Irvine Butterfield had died until today. The reason being that I have just got back from a Munro Top & Corbett climbing trip. A friend had sent me a link to The Guardian obituary, then I found this one. The Guardian obit pales into insignificance compared to yours Dave. It is excellent. All Scottish hill lovers owe a huge debt of gratitude to Irvine Butterfield & his death is a very sad occasion.
John Manning
26 May 2009Just back from the TGO Challenge to learn of Irvine's death - very sad news, not just because of his fine books but also because he was a splendid chap, very supportive of campaigns and of individuals, and always willing to lend a hand wherever needed. A great character - when he moved north Yorkshire's loss was Scotland's gain and his passing is mountaineering's loss. I'll raise a glass to his memory tonight.
Krishna Mahadevan
15 June 2009Since purchasing his book "The high Mountains" as a student in the 80's, I have been dipping in and out of it, planning trips both compact and outrageous, dreaming what if..I have had so many hours of joy with his book (embarrassingly, probably more than in the hills!). It's one of those rare 'lifetime companions', and although I have never met him, he is too.
Thank you for your write-up.
David Gibson
09 September 2009Just a note to say that there was a special mention for Irvine at the MCofS AGM on 5 September 2009. He was remembered as the first Honorary Member of the MCofS, and of course, for his contribution to MCofS and mountaineering.
Peter Kenneth Wilson
31 December 2009Sadly I have only just learned today of the passing of my life long friend, Irvine Butterfield. I knew his family well; Mum, Dad and Sister, and was always welcomed into their home in Farnhill.
We worked together in Skipton Post Office, and in those early days went everywhere together. Our passion then was cycling rather than walking.
He was Best Man at my wedding; Godfather to my daughter Julie, and was present at my silver wedding celebration.
We kept in touch over ther years, always corresponding at Christmas, and I knew from his letter at Christmas 2008 that he was quite seriously ill, though didn't realise just how serious.
I wasn't aware of his death until today when I received back the Christmas card that I sent him marked "Deceased".
I had feared the worst as I had not received a card from him this year and kept asking my daughter if she had heard anything.
Thanks Dave for writing such a wonderfull obituary to my dear old friend, may he rest in peace.
Peter Wilson
31st December 2009
Peter K Wilson
11 May 2010Just logged on in remembrance of my old friend, a year now since his passing, sadly missed.
Granville Parker
20 August 2012I met Invine while at Edinburgh Univerity in the mountaineering club(1969-72). He was active in the Mountain Bothies Association with Bernard Heath. I went with a few EUMC ers to Rhum with him on the Dibidil project in 1970 . How he managed to enthuse those Glasgow boys to work was a miracle .
A great guy and I really enjoyed his books.
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Granville Parker
Melbourne , Australia
Ron Bell
28 June 2015"The High Mountains Vol 1" was my Munro "Bible" for years, and was the reason why I climbed all of the "Tops" as well as all of the "Mountains". It is still the only book I know that covers all the Tops. In 2012, I stayed in Dibidil bothy on Rum for two nights, and was delighted to find there an account of the bothy's reconstruction, led by Irvine. I did not previously know about this. What a splendid man he was!